Dmar Official, Leak - Way Up Lyrics

Whatever it takes
We gotta make it whatever it takes
N****s be talkin', but n****s be fake
I can see all of that shit in they face
Why you talkin n***a? Get you some cake
Why you walkin? You was just in a Wraith
I feel you brodie, you just made a mistake
But I hope you copped ya mother a place, n***a
Fuck is you tellin' me
I'm ballin' hard where the referee
N***s be sleep, they would ever eat
Fuck wit my dogs, you get pedigreed
Can't think of nobody ahead of me
Me and my homies, we feel like we heavenly
I don't need to live out in Beverly
No diamond will make me a better me, n***a

You don't want smoke wit my guys
You don't want smoke
You don't want smoke wit me guys
My n****s be rollin', we smokin', we hopin'
For niggas to just try to come on these sides
Doin' this shit for the change
Most of these niggas do this for the fame
But I am remaining the same
All of these n****s say it but they playin'
They hop on the jet and the plane
And they forget all the shit they was sayin'
Now all of they mans is lookin' like shit is a shame

Watch when I see him I'm takin' his chain and his bag
Better not play wit the cash
N****s be waitin' for u to lack
And they shootin like Dame better Dash
It's whatever

Wait
Wave
Wave
(Skrrr)

How can I lose when I came here with nothin'?
I cannot trust these n****s they be frontin'
Used to pray just to get me a hunnid
Now all of this money be coming in bunches

I'm in Phillipe, I'm chowing on lunches
Baby I'm balling that's end of discussion
Let's have our own party right after the function
I just want ya head game to be on concussion

Yeah, wait

If you ain't heard from me, sorry
My mind been on the 'rarri
I been chilling with Amari
Been a while since I partied
Young baller like Jabari
Ya man lamer than Safari
Playing games that's Atari
Mercedes drippy when I park her
Like to purr when I start her
Learned to flex from my Momma
Learned the hustle from my father
Put designer on my joggers
You know I ball like the Dodgers
I don't talk to Your Honors
That sound like a money problem, right

I flex I and ball hard
All these bitches be on me like, Oh God
My shorty in Goyard
She be drippy and wetter than four of y'all
If she take her clothes off
Ima give her that dick then doze off
She know that we gettin' money
In the Winter/Summer we be froze all year
Froze all year
I get to the money you don't gotta count it my nigga
You know it's all there
These n****s ain't even wanna believe me but n***a I told y'all